Our Folded Hands

Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.

Promise of a new Day

I think I must let go. Must fear not, must be quiet so that my children can hear the Sound of Creation and dance the dance that is in them. —Russell Hoban—

Often we hold fast to our fear, and it prevents us from growing. Life’s ordinary rhythm carries us through good times and bad, but sometimes we fear the bad times so much that we try to hold back life’s forward motion. This also means that we won’t leave ourselves open to the good. The only constant truth is that everything changes. If we can believe in that, it will help us to relax our grip.
Our fear is even greater when we think we are responsible for others—our children, for example. We want to spare them pain, and so we forget to listen to the Sound of Creation. No one learns from someone else’s mistake. If we respect others, we must recognize that they have a right to their own dance. Their own spirits will guide them.

It is often hard to watch another stumble or fall. “I could have spared that tumble!” I may think. But I am wrong. I will trust in
others’ respect for life.